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[spike]

I wash my socks in a mesh bag, so I pair them whenever I get to said bag in the pile of clean clothes.

my wife does this with her bra's..they're always so soapy when they come out

This is going to get Lenny going.

[Monkey_Driven]

I wash my socks in a mesh bag, so I pair them whenever I get to said bag in the pile of clean clothes.

my wife does this with her bra's..they're always so soapy when they come out

I've never had this problem. I wonder if it's a detergent issue or something with the bra's material? Are you a powder or liquid detergent household?

[spike]

He may be using too much detergent. You only need like a third of what they recommend (so you go through it faster and buy more).

Trust no one.

[doug rr]

I was just making a boob joke..we use very little tide and always in cold..

[tree_]

When folding laundry, do you toss all the socks in a pile, fold everything else, then pair the socks last?

I do. Same with underwear but i fold that next to last

why on earth would you fold your underwear?

Why wouldn’t you? *confused*

nobody sees them ever. or if they do, they won't care if they are wrinkled. just throw them somewhere and stop wasting your time. "oh no your panties are wrinkled; i won't have sex with you now"

My god. You ARE a savage.

I don't even fold my shirts or my pants! I just throw them in a neat pile on the closet shelf and move on with my day! friggin waste of time

[Monkey_Driven]

boobs are no laughing matter

[bodysnatcher]

When folding laundry, do you toss all the socks in a pile, fold everything else, then pair the socks last?

I do. Same with underwear but i fold that next to last

why on earth would you fold your underwear?

Why wouldn’t you? *confused*

nobody sees them ever. or if they do, they won't care if they are wrinkled. just throw them somewhere and stop wasting your time. "oh no your panties are wrinkled; i won't have sex with you now"

My god. You ARE a savage.

I don't even fold my shirts or my pants! I just throw them in a neat pile on the closet shelf and move on with my day! friggin waste of time

tree is just staying in character. A lot of tree trunks actually look like extremely wrinkled shirts.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Why are there so many Clutch threads in OB?

[BurtReynolds]

Mod negligence.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Mod negligence.

My father taught me to never upset a Clutch fan

[Peeps]

my dog will poke his head in the dryer when im folding clothes and seek out the dryer sheets. finds them every single time

[BurtReynolds]

I haven't folded a sock or underwear since I was like 6. ain't nobody got time for that.

[doug rr]

fold your clothes, Burt...are you one of those corvette driving guys that just packs stuff into hefty bags and hits the road?

[BurtReynolds]

fold your clothes, Burt...are you one of those corvette driving guys that just packs stuff into hefty bags and hits the road?

No comment

[Alex]

fold your clothes, Burt...are you one of those corvette driving guys that just packs stuff into hefty bags and hits the road?

No comment

SkrtReynolds

[BurtReynolds]

thoughts?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[wease]

Definite psychopath.

[spike]

That dude has toddler feet.

[bodysnatcher]

A lifetime of wearing shoes that are too small. You will never outgrow your cage.